"A wise old owl
Lived in an oak
The more he saw
The less he spoke
The less he spoke
The more he heard
Why can't we be
Like that wise old bird."
"There's a wise old owl
with a pointed nose
Two pointed ears and
claws on his toes
He sits in his tree and he
looks at you
He flaps his wings
and he says
Twit twoo"
"My hands upon my head I place
On my shoulders, on my face
On my hips I place them so
Now I raise them up so high
Make my fingers fairly fly
Now I clap them, one, two, three,
Now I fold them silently."
Friday, 5 September 2008
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